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Mýa

"Still Me"

[Intro - Ikay]
Yow! A weh di f*ck do dem?
Black Wallstreet, Cry Nation
Yeah!
From Kingston to Compton… Ha ha
Yow Game! Weh yuh deh pon?
Warminister!
Ha ha… Dem fi know
Yeah!
Game! f*ck wid dem

[Verse 1 - The Game]
Straight outta the motherf*cking p*ssy hallway in the projects
To park in a four door Bentley on my set
Same hood, same motherf*cking steps I sat on and took the plastic off of "Life After Death"
Bangin, boning Biggie Biggie I did a 360
The Aftermath for that is the n*gga 50 ain’t wit me
No hard feelings, we both made millions
You can hate me or love me but n*gga I spit real sh*t
Like I'm comatose, tell the Doc I'm sick
Before "Detox", let me take my last chronic hit
Now I am gangsta rap
Inhale the weed smoke and coughed up five platinum plaques
So I’m a let the n*gga Dr. Dre hit
Next time I have dreams of f*ckin an R&B b*tch
I don't make love, I make hits
I put a condom on and stuff my di*k in this Hip Hop sh*t

[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta

[Verse 2 - The Game]
I’m that six figure n*gga
Who got the word from KRS-ONE and stole the Blueprint from Jigga
n*ggas yellin Game did this, Game did that
Game ain’t do sh*t but bring the motherf*cking West Coast back
I hear the whispering going on in the hood
I sent a motherf*cking Hallmark card to Suge
That n*gga know that we all good
So you can catch a cab to Hell wit them death threats I'm already dead
I put the .38 revolver to my own f*cking head
Before I let the sh*t eat my conscience
Ain’t a n*gga in the world could tell me I can't come thru Compton
Before I retire my Converse, I'll ride the train thru NYC with the terrorist bombers
Somebody tell my mama I'm crazy
Poppa was a Rolling Stone so that makes me a crack baby
I'm in rehab three times a week
Because I'm a motherf*cking fiend for a Dr. Dre beat

[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta

[Verse 3 - Ikay]
Uh, Yea! Uh
It’s da motherf*ckin I dot
Jamaica on my back
Ten pounds of weed on my block
Cops coming, hide that
I’m so f*cking blessed
Straight off da River, so f*cking fresh
Heyy!
Mi got mi chopper pon mi
pus*yhole! Suck yuh mother, tek yuh eyes off mi rapper money
Got respect fi di shottas only
Stick to the streets like cheese to macaroni
A weh di f*ck do dem
Five shots, a duppy dem
Glock innah mi hand, mi a go fi dem
Big dog never scared ah di puppy dem
I got no love fi dem
Got slugs fi dem
I be on some street sh*t
Weed in my eyes so I can’t see sh*t
Be on some G sh*t
Let dem n*ggas talk, run up on you wit da Hawk and squeeze clips
They wanna know where da n*gga from
Kingston Jamaica got dem n*ggas bombed
I’m never wrong
I am the the street motherf*ckas, here I am

[Chorus - Mya]
Feels good…
Gangsta…
Still hood…
Gangsta

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